daily life of buddhism

Swaggering Mountain seems to be really good at space spells.

An Yiyuan didn't know what level this was in the entire world of comprehension, but this feeling of walking in the palace, but the place became N times bigger as he walked, was somewhat similar to the market in the capital.

I also want to know that since the full name of the market is called the Cultivator Alliance Comprehensive Center, and it is located in the heart of the motherland, the standard is naturally one of the best, but Zhaoyao Mountain is just a sect... No, for the cultivation world, it is ancient and its inheritance has not been lost. His sect may have a status that he cannot understand.

The roof of the main hall merged with the sky at some point, and the distance between the seats on the stairs and them suddenly became hundreds or thousands of times, but the intricate patterns carved on it were still clear, there were white light spots floating above the head, and the On the smooth white jade floor, An Yiyuan grabbed his little friend whose feet were slippery, and said in a low voice, "Walk well."

Like to jump and dance Yan Yi looked left and right excitedly: "It's amazing!"

As they move forward, the changes become more and more, and the surroundings transform into... the jungle?

There are green grasslands and tall ancient trees everywhere, the mist is like a smog, and the leaves are hidden among the leaves. Birds with gorgeous or dark feathers are curiously looking at the crowd, without any fear, and occasionally there is the sound of singing, Melodious and melodious, scattered in the ears with the wind.

The big ones always come later.

The monks who came in with them were all standing and had no seats, which made those tall seats more prominent. An Yiyuan saw someone riding a white crane/flying sword/gourd...flying to the top of the stairs and sitting down. Amidst the exclamation of the surrounding monks, he found a sense of seeing the headmaster's speech.

I think back when An Yiyuan was still in high school, the headmaster of Shengqi always liked to say two sentences every Monday—two sentences of the rounded kind.

No, you have to be in a group.

An Yiyuan tried very hard to control his expression, it's fine if he doesn't admire and look forward to it, it can't be patience and disgust, right?

"The True Lord Wuwei has arrived!"

"It's the first time I've seen Fairy Murong dressed like this!"

"Xianhe Boy! Wuwuwu When will I have my own Crane Boy..."

"Why did Master Kongming become a monk, alas."

Hearing the familiar name, An Yiyuan looked up.

Second-rank monks have really good eyesight, they can still see the people on the steps clearly from such a distance, monks are more eye-catching, especially when the sun is sufficient.Already prepared... Well, without targeting or planning, An Yiyuan, who stuffed a bunch of things into the storage bracelet, quickly turned his face, put on his sunglasses, and looked over again.

Master Kongming, the master of Liuliu, the eminent monk of Fahua Temple.

His facial features are not outstanding, even a little bland, but his temperament is just right, and his head shape is particularly good-this is not easy, many handsome guys will fall to the level of passers-by if their heads are shaved-I don’t know What kind of chemical reaction happened, in short, the effect of seeing the Buddha was achieved, kind and compassionate, and there seemed to be a halo at the back of the head.

"Headmaster is here!"

The atmosphere was quiet.

All the Zhaoyao Mountain disciples showed respect and pride.

Teacher Taiwei's appearance really boosted his face.

He was wearing a moon-white flowing Taoist robe, with cloud patterns embroidered on the wide sleeves, and delicate and complicated runes on the skirt and hem.Her long silver hair was neatly tied in a white jade crown, and she was holding a dust whisk of the same color. She looked gentle and elegant. At this moment, her eyes were smiling, and there were dots of light around her side. She was truly immortal and independent.

It's a pity that it's a child control.

An Yiyuan silently glanced at Yan Yi: If it wasn't for this little friend who broke the news...

Ugh.

Silently putting away his sunglasses, An Yiyuan saw a few more people coming up on the high platform, and Headmaster Taiwei greeted him, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

As the master, Master Taiwei should be the first to arrive, right?If I had thought about the finale, the time to come out was too early... This kind of non-stop appearance... Did something unexpected happen?

An Yiyuan thought for a while and then gave up. He didn't realize what was wrong until he went through many opening remarks and was about to enter the preaching stage.

At this time, all the monks were already sitting on the floor—putting a futon if possible. An Yiyuan whispered to his little friend: "Where is the son of Master Taiwei?" Way not to show up?

Yan Yi suddenly said, "Ah, why do I always feel something is wrong!"

An Yiyuan: "..."

Yan Yi shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

An Yiyuan was not disappointed, "Forget it, just listen carefully. So do you, Xiaoqi."

Large-scale free open class, lectures by famous teachers, no nonsense, An Yiyuan naturally brought his own koi here.

Xiaoqi spat out a string of bubbles, and pointed her tail at the owner.

You said you were so angry that you fell asleep last night?

Xiao Qi doesn't hold grudges.

Headmaster Taiwei starts the lecture.

——You don’t understand, do you?

As a newcomer who entered the pit halfway, An Yiyuan was not very confident in his ability to understand.

His worries were superfluous.

At first, An Yiyuan still had the mind to observe the movement around him; soon, he fell into the ocean of Tao, closed his eyes, devoted himself to this lecture, and even had a deeper understanding of the exercises in the dream. understanding.For example, An Yiyuan's exploration of the world of self-cultivation is equivalent to a kindergarten student. The preaching in the dream is about the elementary school curriculum, while what Taiwei Zhangjiao teaches is equivalent to the preschool curriculum, that is, the gap between kindergarten and elementary school. connect.

All the monks were mesmerized.

Xiao Qi sank to the bottom bored.

Looking at other people's performance, one can know how good Tai Wei's head teacher is, but Xiao Qi can't listen to it. It's not bad, but incompatible.Remember when the sermon was for three days?Xiao Qi counted the time unhappy, and found that the sky didn't change a bit at night, so he went to sleep neatly.

The brochure of the Zhaoyao Mountain celebration clearly states: How much the Venerable Master can listen to is up to you.

That is to say, due to various reasons, some monks may not be able to listen for three days, but Xiaoqi feels inexplicably that An Yiyuan will definitely listen to the end.

Anyway, the owner will call it when he gets up.

For the first time, An Yiyuan saw the scene in the dream when he was awake.

Sea of ​​stars.

The lit up stars revolved around him, the starlight scattered and enveloped his whole body, there was no clear male voice, replaced by the voice of Headmaster Taiwei.

In the main hall of Zhaoyao Mountain, tiny light spots hanging down are slowly melting into An Yiyuan's body.

This is starlight.

This is also starlight.

The golden crow hung high, it was clearly daylight, but the starlight was not covered up, but it was not eye-catching enough, so that when they quietly entered a monk's body, such a powerful master as Taiwei, who taught Kongming, was not noticed.Perhaps it is because they are also immersed in the ocean of Tao.

Listening to sermons is like this, but preaching is not a kind of tidying up and supplementing?

This is the third day of the Zhaoyao Mountain celebration, and the first day of Venerable Taiwei's sermon.

In the evening, some people walked out of the main hall with sweat on their foreheads, and could no longer hold on; another group of people walked out in the middle of the night; At the end of the Tao, there are very few people who can come out at this time.

Both An Yiyuan and Yan Yi belonged to this group.

Being able to hear the end without hindrance shows that the aptitude and comprehension is good, and such monks can probably go further on the road of cultivation.

At this time, there were only a few monks left in the spacious main hall, some got up and left, and some walked towards other monks, as if they planned to make friends.

An Yiyuan is the former.

Then met Mingliu.

This Zhaoyao Mountain disciple looked at An Yiyuan strangely, his surprise and surprise showed his contempt, and he could easily arouse the anger of others, but An Yiyuan didn't feel it at all, and just quietly took Xiao Qiyan Yihe He passed by—

"Friend Daoist An."

Why just call your name and nothing else? !Is there anything that can't be said in one go? !

Not wanting to deal with the other party An Yiyuan had no choice but to stop, "Fellow Daoist Mingliu."

"Huh?" Yan Yi let out a short exclamation, "Ming Liu?!"

An Yiyuan: "?"

Yan Yi explained: "The son of Taiwei's head teacher, his Dao name is Mingliu."

Ming Liu raised his chin reservedly.

An Yiyuan: "Oh."

An Yiyuan's expression remained unchanged, "Fellow Daoist Mingliu, it's okay, let's go first."

Ming Liu: "..."

With Zhengtai in one hand and koi in the other, An Yiyuan, the winner in life, did not face the fear and fear of the second generation Xiu, and passed by calmly.

Passing failed.

Ming Liu had something to say: "Two friends, please don't reveal my identity."

An Yiyuan: "...um." I didn't intend to say it.

Yan Yi followed suit and nodded.

Ming Liu frowned and complained: "At first, Dad wanted me to stand next to him, and then make a singing ceremony, making it so high-profile, won't I be treated like a giant panda when I go to the market in the future?"

Obviously, Headmaster Taiwei arrived late because he was interacting with his precious son.

Xiaoqi vomited a bubble.

Ming Liu's distressed expression when he said these words, he looked like a favored young master who grew up soaked in honey and didn't know what it was like to be sad. , but one mountain is still higher——

An Yiyuan was startled: "Why do you compare yourself with giant pandas?!"

Ming Liu was also shocked: "Why not?"

"..." An Yiyuan had a disbelieving face, and after reading the text for two seconds, he blurted out, "Is the giant panda a national treasure, okay?! It's all furry and completely different from yours! Even the adult giant panda Xianyu looks a bit paralyzed." Rogue, but the giant panda was invincible and cute when I was a child, okay?!"

Ming Liu: "..."

Ming Liu said with difficulty: "Is this the point?"

Ha ha.

An Yiyuan calmly pointed out: "It was you who first asked 'why not'."

Ming Liu: "..."

Ming Liu has already regretted it.

Why on earth is he talking to this man? !

The impatient Mingliu boy left angrily, his back was full of unwillingness, An Yiyuan shook his head, and suddenly said: "Hey, you can use a giant panda as a metaphor, it's quite adaptable to modern society..."

Outside the main hall of Zhaoyao Mountain, An Yiyuan received the enrollment brochure... No, it is a series of precautions related to joining Zhaoyao Mountain. It is specially stated that Zhaoyao Mountain disciples can receive various benefits on time, including listening to the teacher's lectures. It can be said that It is very attractive.

Yan Yi has a mentor and has no need for it; An Yiyuan has reservations about it until he understands what he did in his previous life.

The two separate.

An Yiyuan went to the flagship store specializing in spirit beast bags to settle the balance and received his custom-made spirit beast bag, the size of the poke ball and the shape of the poke ball. After inspection, An Yiyuan was satisfied to become the spirit beast under the guidance of the middle-aged monk owner of the bag.There is only one advantage of being the master, that is, when others can only see the red and white poke ball, the master can see the spirit beast inside.

An Yiyuan moved Xiaoqi's position on the spot, and asked the shopkeeper to return the replaced spirit animal bag to Minghe.

Looking from the outside to the inside, the koi is visually smaller and cuter.

"Small" and "cute" are often linked together, not without reason.

Water Pavilion.

Walking on the wooden bridge, there was no one around, Xiao Qi asked, "Is there something special about this spirit beast bag?"

"It can defend against a full-strength blow from a rank-[-] monk, and survive the fighting skills of a rank-[-] monk..." An Yiyuan always felt that this statement was quite subtle.The reason why they are second-rank monks and not third-rank monks is probably because third-rank monks have golden cores, and golden cores can explode themselves... Also, the so-called "surviving the battle" probably refers to the aftermath of the battle.

"The appearance is a poke ball, which can be disguised as the surrounding area of ​​"Pokemon", and can block other people's sight."

Xiao Qi is very good at focusing on the key points: "Only you can see me?"

An Yiyuan: "Yes."

Xiaoqi's mood suddenly improved, but soon became unhappy again, and said sullenly: "I only have you, and you still don't allow others to see me, but you have so many..."

An Yiyuan: "..."

An Yiyuan was heartbroken, "Qi, what did you learn online?!"

Xiao Qi: "Hmph."

The sixth day of celebration.

The auction catalog was distributed to every monk. An Yiyuan flipped through it slowly, thinking that he might be illiterate: Cui Ya Ye, Bing Huo Zhi Ge, Ice Silkworm... There are too many things that he has never heard of.

The necessities are almost bought, and thinking about these obscure names, they should be luxuries that Mengxin doesn't need, An Yiyuan calmly skipped over, and his eyes fell on the "stand-in puppet".As the name suggests, this is a puppet that can serve as a substitute for a monk... right?

The catalog has no relevant patterns and introductions, which is really hurtful.

We can only find foreign aid.

An Yiyuan opened WeChat and poked Minghe, but the other party seemed to be busy and didn't reply for a few minutes. An Yiyuan thought for a while, and then poked Bian Xiao: As a businessman from a group of inventors, he should be well-informed, right?

really.

"You mean, this puppet is intelligent?"

"It's not the wisdom of the puppet itself, but some kind of spirit is sealed into the puppet."

"learn."

It's finally time to use the black card.

The stand-in puppet is as tall as a person and has a standard body. After recognizing the master, it can be transformed into the image of the master. Under the master's teaching, it can play the role of the master according to a specific pattern. When encountering problems that exceed the settings, there is a certain chance to deal with them without revealing any flaws. .Comprehension version of the stand-in robot, the kind with built-in AI.

For An Yiyuan, this can be said to be a rigid need.

The word "cultivation" often means a long time. When he confirmed that he became a monk, An Yiyuan thought about a question: What if he wakes up after a closed door and finds that a year or so has passed?Not to mention a year or a half, even ten days and a half a month, it would be a proper disappearance.

Thinking about it this way, substitutes are very important.

No matter how expensive this puppet is, you still have to buy it, Bian Xiao said, this thing is very rare, there is no such shop in this village.

In a good mood, An Yiyuan put up the auction catalog outside the spirit beast ball, "Xiaoqi, is there anything you want to buy?" Inside the spirit beast ball, you can clearly see the outside, but it is just like the fish tank. Looking out through the wall of the fish tank, it is inevitable that it will be a little... distorted.

Xiaoqi: Stupid owner.

Xiao Qi overcame this small inconvenience with a tolerant attitude, looked at the catalog together with An Yiyuan, pointed out a few things he liked, chatted with each other until Yan Yi came back, until An Yiyuan picked up a phone call.

The caller is Tang Zhao.

An Yiyuan was a little surprised that the other party didn't contact via QQ this time, pressed answer, and heard weak breathing coming from the other end, as if he was about to die in the next second, "Come to the dormitory, save me..."

"...!!!"

An Yiyuan's whole body is not well, he said anxiously: "Hello? Tang Zhao?"

No sound.